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Currently your sheet has three traits - minor thing, but worth changing. As to your question... hm. Probably I'd ask that you'd take Combat Expertise, as one of my players (Yuto) currently has it, and I'd feel bad for him if I waived it for someone else. Thanks for the feedback- the third trait (Opportunistic) is easily removed. I would swap out Slashing Grace for Combat Expertise since it seems that this group is less in need of damage dealers.
Emili was part of another Jade Regent campaign that (sadly) stalled out (coincidentally?) at Brinewall. He’s built mostly with the same ruleset, though he’ll have to increase his ability scores to match the 25 pt buy. Mechanically, Emili is a whip fighter and planning on becoming a Sentinel of Calistria in the future. He’s not so much about dealing damage, but tripping/disarming/setting other folks up for success. He can deal damage when needed, but it’ll never be at the same level as a barbarian. There are a few funky things with his build that were GM fiat in his previous game - the main one being the removal of Combat Expertise as a prereq for the various Combat Maneuver feats. If this is not something you would wish to continue, I can rework Emili to accommodate (we both just thought the Free-Handed Fighter archetype was a much better fit for his character idea). Story-wise, Emili fits into an older brother and caretaker role. He’s friends with Sandru and grew up raising sheep before the opportunity to become an adventurer like his role model presented itself. Please do let me know if there are any questions or concerns I can answer, and best of luck with the campaign!
Emili likewise follows after, though he doesn’t get as far as the others. He cracks his whip to let Mitsuru know what’s coming next, then sends the end flying along the ground towards the bird-man’s feet.
Emili grins as Mitsuru continues her bloody work, then cracks his whip again. “She’s right, I’m afraid. You’ve got birds on the brain.”
Kage quietly moves up close to Emili. "When they come at you, trap one between us," he whispers to the man. "Gonna have to wait a moment - safety first and all that," Emili answers as birds-men go flying through the room in front of him. "Here you go, Mitsuru!" Again he cracks his whip at the unfortunate corby trapped between him and his stabby friend.
Emili slips into the room and cracks his whip, aiming for the legs of the central corbie. "Stole your wings, you say?"
"Better watch your footing, or you'll lose that too."
”Perhaps that means it’s not a very good story?” Emili quips under his breath. He watches the strange man and the stranger birds warily.
"Huh." Emili lifts up one of the moldy mattresses to reveal a swatch of green silk. "Give me a hand, will you? This dress looks like the vermin haven't eaten it yet."
Emili grimly holds his nose with one hand as he slips up the stairway. Once he has a good vantage point, he cracks his whip through the air at the troglodyte's leg.
”But what about my reputation of you died?” Emili teases. ”You get to rest peacefully and all that while I have to wheel your body back to Sandpoint and explain to your family why I didn’t stop you from getting set on fire by a flying evil octopus. They’d never let me hear the end of it!” ———————————
Emili arches an eyebrow. ”Kelda? The one in the ogre’s cages with you?”
Emili nods at the Red Oni’s suggestions. ”What about your friend, Kaloora? She’s welcome to stay with us - at least for the night, if not longer.”
Gagging and trembling, Emili looks back at the tunnel as if debating whether to flee. Then he hears a thump, and looks back to see Mitsuru on the ground. She can’t withstand another of those... Shakily he makes his way across the floor and hoists the unconscious adventurer onto his shoulder. ”Hang in there...” he whispers, either to her or to himself. Or perhaps both.
"Oi! Stop that!" Emili cracks his whip again - this time aiming at the wand in the creature's... tentacle?
As Kage breaks the silence, Emili darts into the cave. ”Yeesh,” he quips. ”That’s worse than that time I had to deworm a lamb.” With a crack of his whip, he tries to draw the creature’s attention.
Emili cautiously takes the lead, whip in hand as he checks each nook. "Might want to have your clubs ready," he quips. "One of us seems to be rather irresistible to skeletons given how many of them we've found."
”One with ten hands presumably,” Emili answers with a straight face. ”So, shall we investigate that door over there?” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder towards the passageway to the north.
”If they weren’t able to escape the ogre and were locked in cages, they’re very likely the victims here,” Emili answers Talios after bowing to Mitsuru with a flourish. ”At the very least we can let them out.”
”Oi! Drop him!” Emili cracks his whip again - this time aiming for the ogre’s leg!
”Or that.”
Sh*t! Emili’s whip falls easily into his hand, uncoiling like a snake about to strike. ”I don’t think you need that club - why don’t you just...” CRACK!! ”...let it go?”
Assuming they're cool, thumbs up! I kid - I know you wouldn't invite someone who wasn't cool to this campaign. XD
Emili cracks his whip again. ”Anybody got a way to get rid of that acid?” he calls, looking at Kage and Rin with concern.
With no legs to pull out from underneath it and no weapon to disarm, Emili can only join Rin and Mitsuru in cutting down the creature.
"It looks drinkable." Emili's voice is muffled by the scarf wrapped over his nose and mouth, but his still-visible eyes convey just how unenthused he is to consider the idea. "Probably what the trogs were using as a water source." He jerks his head towards the door on the far side of the room. "Shall we continue?"
Emili hisses in pain and whips the troglodyte again.
Emili's whip lashes out again, this time searching for blood.
Emili blinks - either from the stench or from astonishment at the speed with which his companions took down the larger troglodyte - before shrugging and turning his attention to the the smaller reptile-men trying to nibble on him. He bends his whip back, then swings it around low to the ground to wrap around the troglodyte's legs before pulling it sharply.
Emili rubs a few tears from his eyes at the force of overwhelming stench coming from the room in front of him. Slowly moving forward, he cracks his whip yet again and tries to bring the large trog down to the ground.
With his relatively safe position, Emili prepares to trip up anyone who approaches.
Whip, Trip, Bless, Sickened: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 28
"Yep." Emili continues to play the Strong and Silent type as he hurries after the fleeing troglodyte. Reaching the corner, he considers his options.
Rolls:
Emili gives chase, flicking his whip at either the surrounded lizard-man or their fleeing companion. He looks like he’d love to give some witty quip, but is focusing on keeping his breakfast down instead.
Emili gags, but still pushes into the doorway and cracks his whip. Aiming at the northern creature, he tries to pull it off its feet.
Emili stands in the center of the room, whip in hand as he watches his companions work on un-securing the door. "Well, at least this part of the castle looks properly unoccupied," he whispers.
"Sounds good to me," Emili answers Rin with a smile. "Sandru, you good to hold down the fort here for another day?" Hah! Now he gets to feel what it's like to be left behind while other people have adventures!
Don't forget that you can copy spells from Kage, and vice versa! Emili picks up Slashing Grace at this level, meaning he too can add his Dex to damage with his whip and dagger as long as he doesn't hold anything else in his other hand. He also gets... A bonus feat: Improved Disarm - no more worrying about triggering AoO's from doing so right in someone's face! This pairs well with... Deceptive Strike, an archetype ability that replaces Bravery and gives him bonuses to Disarm and Feint. While not as provocative as Tripping an opponent and making them get back up, Disarming's got a bit longer shelf life as people tend to still have weapons even when they're flying around. And Emili can still Trip folks - he's just not as skilled at it. Other than that, it's +1 BAB, +1 to all saves, and +1 rank in Diplomacy, Handle Animal, Intimidate, Knowledge (religion), and Sleight of Hand.
Emili takes a moment to study the crab-like fish. No legs - no way to trip that. Shaking his head, he turns his attention to the northern one. "Oi, leave him alone and pay attention to me instead!" he bellows, winking at the tengu cheerfully.
”Get away from the water!” Emili bellows, whip falling to his hand with subconscious grace. ”Make them come to us!” He cracks the braided leather as a warning to the closest creature.
Emili puts his hands on his hips at the sight of the little winged figure, but a smile stretches across his face. "Why have you stayed here? That's an awfully big graveyard for one person to tend to all by themselves."
"Even the nice pastures turn into bogs if you don't keep your herd from overgrazing," Emili answers softly, hand on his undrawn weapon. "But something tells me we'll find the answer sooner or later. Hopefully without more undead monsters." He frowns. "Though I would have expected to find those in the cemetery, to be honest."
”Sweep the outskirts first?” Emili suggests, motioning towards the cemetery.
Emili pats Shadru on the back before following after the younger Kaijitsu. "Your turn to mind the flock," he teases as he lets his whip fall into his hand, ready for trouble. "Keep an eye out for wolves and whatnot and we'll be back before supper."
"No problem - I'm sure we can pick one up at the next store we happen across in the middle of this wilderness!" Emili calls back cheekily.
"Sooo what do you think we'll find when we get to Brinewall? I wonder what secret grandfather was trying to hide? Do you think the enemy he mentioned had something to do with the attack? I mean, no one has ever attacked Sandpoint and it isn't like we've been secret about our family." "Well, there were those goblin attacks on the town a few years back," Emili drawls as he finishes off a bowl of Rin's excellent stew. "I wasn't there myself, on account of having to watch the sheep, but I heard about them coming out of nowhere and some brave folks having to drive them out. Pity you weren't there either, Sandru, or you would've talked them into paying you for the privilege of pillaging the town." He guffaws and slaps the other man heartily on the back. "But now Merci's old enough to watch the flock, and here we all are being brave adventurers." He flashes a grin at the other folks seated at the table and raises his mug for a toast. "To the brave!"
"Take cover!" Emili yells, cracking his whip for attention. "Talios, everyone, return fire!"
"No worries!" Emili calls back cheerfully, coiling his whip back at his side. "Might as well throw their weapons and stuff on the wagons - I think there's some room still in mine - and we can sell it next time we're in town."
Emili steps back lightly from the rusty blade. "Easy there - that thing's dangerous!" he retorts, accompanying his words with a crack of his whip. "You could cut yourself, and then you'd get the rusty lockjaw disease and never be able to eat again!"
Emili darts between the large rocks, emerging on the other side of Mitsuru. "Surprise!" he cackles, cracking his whip again and attempting to send the goblin sneaking around his friend's backside to the ground as well.
Emili bounds past the Red Oni and her dance partner, turning back at the last second to crack his whip and try to grab the goblin's leg. "Don't mind me," he quips with a wink at the two adventurers. "Just passing through, nothing to see here."
Emili hands the reins to his co-pilot and jumps down from the wagon, whip already in his hand. "Oi, save some for the rest of us!" he yells cheekily to Mitsuru as he closes the distance. "Apparently they didn't get enough last time!"
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